Borderless by Amy Shimshon-Santo
my breasts are sore
the planets make them hurt
tomorrow is a full moon
my body is pulled by the heavens
infinite space without nationality
borderless sky of darkness, living and dead light
moon recognizes every mother on earth
her cycle, her blood,
her ability to reproduce stars
the border patrol doesn’t care. it has orders
from the White House
to separate children from their constellations
nature means nothing
a river / a plain / a family / nothing
even the milky way is undocumented
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Amy Shimshon-Santo is a writer, educator, and catalyst who believes the arts and culture are powerful tools for personal and social transformation. Her interdisciplinary work bridges the arts, urban planning, and education.